Pearls of a Year: Short Stories from "the Xavier", 1888P. J. Kenedy, 1888 - 116 pages |
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... . " " I don't believe in stories worth hearing which you patronize or sub- mit to me , " answered Gipsy , joining the party . She sent me a book 66 lately , " turning to Mr. Rattler , " written 6 THE PEARLS OF A YEAR .
... . " " I don't believe in stories worth hearing which you patronize or sub- mit to me , " answered Gipsy , joining the party . She sent me a book 66 lately , " turning to Mr. Rattler , " written 6 THE PEARLS OF A YEAR .
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Short Stories from "the Xavier", 1888. lately , " turning to Mr. Rattler , " written as an old fogy might talk , with her compliments as the author . I feel greatly obliged for the compli- ment to my understanding : " 66 Oh ! had you ...
Short Stories from "the Xavier", 1888. lately , " turning to Mr. Rattler , " written as an old fogy might talk , with her compliments as the author . I feel greatly obliged for the compli- ment to my understanding : " 66 Oh ! had you ...
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... turned toward the thicket — everything was indistinct , but the lifeless hand lay heavily on my right , and the horse had stopped . I passed my hand along the wrist of this strange apparition , and discovered an arm belong- ing to it ...
... turned toward the thicket — everything was indistinct , but the lifeless hand lay heavily on my right , and the horse had stopped . I passed my hand along the wrist of this strange apparition , and discovered an arm belong- ing to it ...
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... turned towards them . The voyage was to be a sorrowful one ; as ever , Xavier labors hard , but is at last overcome ; after great pain he is put ashore in a dying condition . He pressed his crucifix to his breast 66 and died singing the ...
... turned towards them . The voyage was to be a sorrowful one ; as ever , Xavier labors hard , but is at last overcome ; after great pain he is put ashore in a dying condition . He pressed his crucifix to his breast 66 and died singing the ...
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... turned adrift in a stranger land , with prospects blacker than the black smoke that rose from their burning dwellings . Bitter was the lot of these unfortu- nates ! Wandering ever through an unknown land searching for the lost loved ...
... turned adrift in a stranger land , with prospects blacker than the black smoke that rose from their burning dwellings . Bitter was the lot of these unfortu- nates ! Wandering ever through an unknown land searching for the lost loved ...
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Page 105 - Ye men of Israel, hear these words ; Jesus of Nazareth, a man approved of God among you by miracles and wonders and signs, (which God did by him in the midst of you, as ye yourselves also know...
Page 31 - West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain ; and away to the northward Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended.
Page 105 - I foresaw the Lord always before my face ; for he is on my right hand, that I should not be moved: therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad ; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope : because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption.
Page 31 - Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway. There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset Lighted the village street, and gilded the vanes on the chimneys, Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors Mingled their sound with the whir of the wheels and the songs of the maidens...
Page 105 - Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad ; moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope : Because thou wilt not leave my soul in hell, neither wilt thou suffer thine Holy One to see corruption. Thou hast made known to me the ways of life ; thou shall make me full of joy with thy countenance.
Page 31 - Softly the Angelus sounded, and over the roofs of the village Columns of pale blue smoke, like clouds of incense ascending, Rose from a hundred hearths, the homes of peace and contentment. Thus dwelt together in love these simple Acadian farmers, — Dwelt in the love of God and of man.
Page 74 - THE VIRGIN'S CRADLE-HYMN. COPIED FROM A PRINT OF THE VIRGIN, IN A ROMAN CATHOLIC VILLAGE IN GERMANY. DORMI, Jesu ! Mater ridet Quae tam dulcem somnum videt, Dormi, Jesu ! blandule ! Si non dormis, Mater plorat, Inter fila cantans orat, Blande, veni, somnule.
Page 93 - Beyond this point they are a mere elegance, a luxury contrived for the amusement of polished life, and the gratification of that half love of literature, which pervades all ranks in an advanced stage of society, and are read much more for amusement, than with the least hope of deriving instruction from them.
Page 36 - Died on his lips, and their motion revealed what his tongue would have spoken. Vainly he strove to rise ; and Evangeline, kneeling beside him, Kissed his dying lips, and laid his head on her bosom. Sweet was the light of his eyes ; but it suddenly sank into darkness, As when a lamp is blown out by a gust of wind at a casement.
Page 23 - He liveth long who liveth well ; All else is being flung away. He liveth longest, who can tell Of true things truly done each day.